Now that you left
What I have left?
Just a few memories
Of your words and your thoughts
Just small details and lost days.
What about all we've been through?
What about all we've been talking?
What about our dreams and our hopes?
What about all the nights
And all the shadows
We've been through?
We will never get
Back those days
Again and all I can
Say is nothing
But just a sad look
To the place we used to visit
And again and again
I think and think
About the things we could
Have done together
But we will never do.
All the promises
are broken now
And I got some
Pieces left with me.
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Melancholia
PoesíaMelancholia • A mental condition characterized by great depression of spirits and gloomy forebodings.
